The Hazel Green herald. [volume] (Hazel Green, Wolfe County, Ky.) 1885-19??, 1887-08-26


fering. and he whispered:
They come here now-they'll come
again"
"Who will come, little dearp" asked
Mrs. Stuart.
The angels-they come to me beior,
when was here, and now, when die
they will find me, because you are good
here, So good"
"You will not die now, Amos, YOU
must get well again, and be happy and
hear the birds sing, and watch the
lambs play in the pasture, as you used
to do"
mo-" said Amos, 81 will never be
well again here, but oh, l want to see
sister Helen. She went off with a
strange man, and she has been gone so
long. Oh, why don't she come backP"
.Shc will come back, Amos"
but | am going to die, and want
to see her before do"
you must not think of dying" said
the kind Mrs. Stuart.
1.-The doctor at the poor-house said
must die, and want to see sister Helen
before l go; l want to kiss her once
more and have her arms around me. ="
''She will come home Monday" said
Mrs. Stuart. She had determined to
induce her husband to 90 on Heien's
bond should she be committed by the
magistrate. The preliminary examn-
alton would be on Monday next, and
she could then be bailed out, if not
acquitted.
Amos wanted to know when it would
be Monday, and Mrs. Stuart said it
would be only two days more. She
called her husband in the room to see
the little sick boy. Beneath that rugged
exterior the farmer had kind heart,
and tears gathered in his eyes as he be-
held the little sufferer.
He sent viii. his youngest son, to
Newton for the best physician, and
took Il seat by the bedside of the little
cripple.
you look better. now," said the
boy, who noticed the change in Mr..
Stuart. "You don't frOwn at me any
more, you are not mad at Amos now"
"No, my little boy, was never mad
Mt YOU
Every thingis so bright; am sure l
am going to die, because every body is
better, and the angels are coming"
mo, no, Amos, You will not die; you
must live, and | will give you pony
and some little lambs. and you shall
stay here all the time"
The prospects of life were so bright
1t these promises that the face grew
hopeful.
The doctor came, and Mr. Stuart met
him in the hall.
"Saye that child, if possible, doctor
I you have to devote every hour of
rOur time to him." Mr.. Stuart felt |
low that his stubbornncss had been the |
,ausc of all this misery. He hated the
proud Mrs. Arnold and her tales of
mild scandal.
The doctor said there was but little
lope. Amos might live, but it was very
Little Amos would sleep q few
and then awake and ask If it
vas Monday, had Helen come "oh,
would she come before he dicd?"
The fatal Monday came. The doctor
anne at one O'Clock. and announced
hat the child could not live long-that
e was diving even then.
al know it," the little cripple said.
The angels are waiting to take me
way" Then his face would light up
nth smile that seemed nothing less
han a reflection of the beams from the
pen gates of Paradise. There is only
ne thing l want" he said
"What is that?' asked Mrs. Stuart.
Tell me what you wish, little dear,
nd if it is in my power, it shall be
ranted."
l want to see sister Helen and tell
or goodbye. just let me see her :
nee more before / go, that / can tell
'ther and mother she is happy"
Who could deny the request of the /
wing child Clarence was ordered to
arness the swiftest horse to the light !
IT vehicle and drive, without regard to |
Drse-fiesh, to the village. He must
OPP the trial and bring Helen there at |
| hazards, and to say that he, Mr.. l
uart, would be responsible for the \
'isoner.
Five minutes later Clarence was
living his swift-footed Prince at a a
'ad run toward Newton. .
CHAPTER xXIL
THE TRIAL.
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